Brad Block Tales Novels & Stories

Hold tight readers don’t be busting a nut just yet! I might be sharing a few more stories make sure to follow me x x I might delve deeper? What’s the worst that can happen? A follow on book? Me getting pounded just for your perverted pleasure? As im writing this im waiting on another delivery. Might be sharing this encounter! Im waiting and ready to go. Im sure I can hear him walking along my driveway, waiting for my delivery as I sit in my chair, maybe this has a must be continued or do I keep this private

Pale silver light pulsed softly from my skin, ebbing like a heartbeat in slow motion. And then—it was gone. Snuffed out like it had never happened at all. I blinked down at my hand. “I—” I started, but Brad beat me to it. “I just watched magic leak out of your skin,” he said, still crouched near the hearth, staring at me like I’d grown antlers. “That was… I don’t even know what that was.” I sat up, rubbing my hand over my face. “It wasn’t that bright this time.”

Then I quickly wiped the tears that escaped from my eyes off my cheeks when he released me. He took my hand in his. “Zara, this is an alliance, so we can work together to bring these evil people down. You were never meant to fight on your own.” “Remember what I told you when you came back? The game runs deeper than you think. What you might have experienced was just the tip of the iceberg. Brad, his father, is much worse.” “My mother had a handful till she–” he paused and blinked rapidly like he had dropped a bomb.

He'd smelled a faint scent of blood last night, which had only made him more excited. He walked to her side, took the sheets from her hand, and smiled gently, "Silly girl, what's there to be ashamed of? Give them to me." Tara's face flushed even more. She frowned in surprise as she looked at him, "Don't say anything. I'll wash them clean." Brad was extremely helpless. "Silly girl, don't wash them. Keep them as a memento." "Brad, are you crazy?" Tara looked at him in shock.

Brad slid into the seat across from me. For a moment he just stared at me. Then he shook his head. “You’re falling apart.” I laughed quietly. “Am I?” “Yes.” He leaned forward slightly. “You’ve faced worse situations than this.” “Not like this.” Brad studied me for a long moment. “This girl,” he said slowly. I didn’t respond. “She matters that much?” I leaned back against the seat, staring up at the dark ceiling. For years I had chased ghosts. Clues. Fragments of information.

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for

The old woman shivered and held her paper bag close to her chest. “Can’t you hear me? "Keith exploded. “Please let me go. I have very less money and I’m a needy person. I have purchased my bread for tomorrow morning. Please have piety on me!” The old woman cried with teary eyes. “This is the last time I'm warning you to hurry up” Keith moved the knife closer to her face. The old woman took out her valet but kept it in her hand. “Please” The old woman begged. The tension between them increased and Keith pushed the old lady down the road and snatched her valet. He ran away as fast as he could and didn’t turn around.

he asked gently, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “That it was all one-sided,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Brian let out a low laugh, the sound filled with disbelief. “One-sided? Tara, you drive me crazy. I’ve been trying to keep things professional, but every time I see you, I feel like a damn teenager again.” Tara’s lips parted in surprise. This wasn’t the cool, confident doctor she was used to. This was Brian—raw, unguarded, and saying exactly what she’d always wanted to hear.

She was curious about this mysterious place and had asked her maid to retrieve every record related to this forgotten land. Nala went to great lengths and was able to find the only record left in the most secluded part of the city hall, where the least important documents are located. It was deposited in a metal box and was bound in brass wires, which took them some time to unwrap. She finds it oddly secured as if it was meant to be hidden and she wondered why it was placed in the unwanted zone. There wasn't anything particularly useful about Medithra in the details presented, but it was the attached set of documents that she found valuable. It contains the written works of previous scholars